"Please!"

Wang Jing gentlemanly stretched out his hand to make an invitation. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Smack."

Yin Zhiping shook the sword in his hand, turned around and left the inner hall, his face pale.

"This little brother, what do you have to do with Daoist Yin of the Quanzhen Sect?" Huang Rong's keen eyes glanced at Yin Zhiping and Wang Jing, but Yin Zhiping's face was pale, but Wang Jing had no fear, which made her puzzled.

"Thou shalt not speak, thou shalt not speak." Wang Jing shook his head.

"Little brother, it is better to settle the grievances than to settle them." Huang Rong nodded.

"Thank you Huang Gang Master for reminding me, I wrote it down." Wang Jing arched his hand.

"Come on, I've wronged you." Guo Jing held Yang Guo's arm and said reproachfully.

"Uncle Guo, don't say that, it's those stinky Taoist priests who will be hateful and villainous." Yang Guo said resentfully.

On the side, Huang Rong looked worriedly.

"Guo Daxia, there is something I want to talk to you about privately." Wang Jing saw that Huang Rong and Guo Jing were about to leave the inner hall, and couldn't help but say something.

"What does this little brother have to say to Guo?" Guo Jing said, "Please." ”

Wang Jing immediately went to the side with Guo Jing and sat down on the main seat, Yang Guo called Wang Jing and left the inner hall, and Huang Rong's vigilant eyes glanced at Wang Jing keenly, and then left, with Guo Jing's profound skills, she was not worried about the latter's safety.

"What's the matter with the little brother, please?" Guo Jing gestured.

"Guo Daxia, for the country and the people, the great man of chivalry, Wang Jing admires." Wang Jing first slapped a sycophant and set the tone.

"Uh, little brother, you are too elevated to Guo, for the country and the people, it is within the subdivision." Guo Jing said honestly.

"Okay, there's a reluctant request below, I don't know if to talk about it or not?" Wang Jing said

"Why not, please?" Guo Jing gestured.

"I am willing to help Guo Daxia to protect Xiangyang City and alleviate the danger of Xiangyang."

"The little brother is benevolent and righteous, Guo can't ask for it, the country is dying, and he needs a patriotic person like the little brother." Guo Jing picked up a cup of tea and said, "Guo replaced wine with tea, and thanked the little brother for his benevolence on behalf of the dawn people of Xiangyang City." ”

"Guo Daxia is serious, but I have a reluctant request, that is, I hope that after solving the crisis in Xiangyang City, I can ask Guo Daxia to teach the next mastery, the eighteen palms of the dragon." Wang Jing didn't give Guo Jing, whose face had changed, a chance to speak, and said categorically, "Guo Daxia is not busy refusing first, please see what you are doing before making a decision." ”

"Okay, as long as the little brother is for the country and the people, he is a chivalrous man, so why not teach the eighteen palms of the dragon. As long as the little brother is for the country and the people, teaching the eighteen palms of the dragon is to benefit the people of the world and relieve the suffering of the people. ”

"Guo Daxia is benevolent and righteous, we swear by high-five." Wang Jing raised his hand to signal Guo Jing.

Syllable!

It's not that Wang Jing doesn't believe Guo Jing, Guo Jing, who has always been kind and benevolent, made an oath that he would not break it, but he was afraid that Huang Rong, who had evolved from the eccentric spirit, would make a hindrance.

"Brother Jing, Wang Jing's speech and demeanor are strange, his speech is frivolous and casual, he is dressed in strange clothes, I am afraid that he is not a good class, his purpose is to come to the eighteen palms of the dragon, the so-called rescue of Xiangyang, I am afraid that there is another mystery, and it must be guarded against." Huang Rong analyzed.

"Rong'er, the heart of the little brother, as long as he serves the country and the people, and teaches him the eighteen palms of the dragon, it will also benefit the people." Guo Jing said with a smile on his face.

"Hmph."

Huang Rong shook her head and reminded: "It's not good, he deliberately tempted you to let you check the secret book of the Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descent, so as to peep at the side, and then steal it secretly." ”

"Rong'er, you're thinking too much." Guo Jing handed a cup of tea to Huang Rong and said with a smile.

"Brother Jing, you are like this." Huang Rong didn't continue to argue, but as soon as her eyes rolled, she had a plan in her heart.

"Brother Wang, you seem to have a bit of a holiday with that stinky Taoist priest surnamed Yin of the Quanzhen Sect?" Yang Guo and Wang Jing walked out of Taihu Lake and returned to Yuanzhuang and chatted in a teahouse, "Hmph, these stinky Taoist priests ......"

Poof!

Before Yang Guo's words were finished, Wang Jing had just drunk the tea in his mouth and squirted out, and looked at Yang Guo with wide eyes: "You don't know? ”

"Sister Long didn't tell you?" Wang Jing was surprised, and immediately realized that how could Xiaolongnu say this kind of thing.

"Auntie?" Yang Guo was taken aback and hurriedly said, "Brother Wang, do you know where my aunt has gone?" ”

"I don't know." Wang Jing shook his head, but he knew that according to the plot, Xiaolongnu would come to Taihu Lake to return to Yuanzhuang.

"Hmph, Yang Guo, that little brute, if I see him again, I will slash him, a brute who deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors, with a sword." At this time, Zhao Zhijing's resentful voice came.

Yin Zhiping followed Zhao Zhijing into the teahouse unrelentingly.

Wang Jing and Yang Guo went to find prestige, and they took a positive photo with Zhao Zhijing.

Syllable!

Zhao Zhijing slammed the sword in Yang's hand on the chest of Yin Zhiping, who couldn't keep up.

Yin Zhiping came back to his senses at this time, looked at Zhao Zhijing, and then looked in the direction Zhao Zhijing was looking.

His face instantly turned pale, and with a bang, he pulled out the long sword in his hand and pointed at Wang Jing.

"Senior Brother Yin, what are you doing?" Zhao Zhijing stopped Yin Zhiping.

"I'm going to kill him." As a person in the Taoist Gate, the six roots are not pure, especially for the little dragon girl, there was a chance to kiss the little dragon girl's Fang Ze, but was interrupted by Wang Jing, at first he still had a sense of guilt, but soon after, the man's roots were gone, so he felt ashamed, to squat in the thatched house, to take a bath to be sneaky, for fear of being discovered, every time he opened the crotch to see, it made him feel ashamed, especially when he looked forward to the little dragon girl day and night.

"Why? What is your grudge against him? Zhao Zhijing was puzzled.

Yin Zhiping stared at Wang Jing, his long sword trembled, and his face was ugly to death.

"Why not?" Wang Jing looked at Yin Zhiping for a long time.

"Say, what is it?" Zhao Zhijing said proudly, "My Quanzhen Sect is the authentic sect of the Xuanmen in the world, the leader of the martial arts, how can I let the foreign barbarians bully me." ”

Yin Zhiping's face was ugly, and he couldn't speak.

"Barbarian?" The corners of Wang Jing's mouth twitched slightly, and he said with contempt, "Ignorance! ”

"Huangkou Xiaoer, you and other barbarian and uncivilized people, how do you know that my Central Plains is broad and profound, and there must be ulterior deeds in my Central Plains." Zhao Zhijing buttoned his big hat and drew his sword and pointed at Wang Jing.

"Senior Brother Yin, you don't need to say it, let me teach this barbarian and uncivilized person a lesson." Zhao Zhijing said, and as soon as the long sword was raised, a true sword technique stabbed at Wang Jing.

"Damn, you sinister Zhao Zhijing......"

When it was his turn to do martial arts, Wang Jing was not as good as Zhao Zhijing.

Wang Jing instinctively dodged again and again, and retreated in panic.

"Hmph, you stinky Taoist priests, you deceive people too much." Yang Guo snorted coldly, grabbed the chopsticks on the table and threw them at Zhao Zhijing, swishing, clanging, the chopsticks in the bamboo tube were flashed by Zhao Zhijing, and all of them were nailed into the pillars of the teahouse like nails.

"Boom."

Yin Zhiping instantly drew his long sword to help, and the Quanzhen swordsmanship slowly unfolded, but instead of stabbing at Yang Guo, he stabbed at Wang Jing.

"Despicable villain."

Yang Guo kicked the body of the long sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand, and with the power of the shock, he flew towards Wang Jing, whoosh, grabbed the chopsticks on the table and shot at Yin Zhiping with a hidden weapon.

Jingle bell.

Yin Zhiping retracted his sword and blocked back, knocking off the chopsticks that stabbed him.

Yang Guo was one against two, jumped and moved, one dodged and went up, his elbow hit Zhao Zhijing's chest fiercely, took away the latter's long sword, twisted his body and imprinted a palm on Zhao Zhijing's chest, and slapped Zhao Zhijing out, and Yin Zhiping stabbed with his sword, Yang Guo hit the jade girl Suxin swordsmanship and broke Yin Zhiping's all-true swordsmanship, the sword body slapped on the latter's wrist, knocked off the long sword in Yin Zhiping's hand, and stabbed Yin Zhiping's throat with a sword.

"Yang Guo, stop!"